Years Ago.... Poem by Bullion Grey

From this day forward I commit suicide and am only going to work for the greater good, the Source of all things; this I said years ago.
Even in the throws of emotional destruction, brought on by an insane person who raised me from 3, I continued with whatever ounce of life and giving I had left. I fed the hungry and still do. I clothed the homeless, garnered money for the poor. I sat for hours at a time listening to the not listened to, hearing all kinds of sorrow and heart break. Yet I remained strong, even stronger as this journey to the service of Source.
I found work for literally hundreds of unemployed, innovating methods to make their search more effective & faster. I drove many to job fairs around the city with my van and my gas. I wandered the dark night streets and offering money, little I had, to others who were less fortunate. Once I found a $20 bill on the sidewalk and offered it to a homeless man who was walking by pushing all that was his in a shopping cart. He turned it down and said it was mine! I was bewilldered. I saved two lives, one (when I was ten) , my sister who was attacked by a horse (which I literally punched out) and the other a co-worker that almost fell to his death when in the nick of time I grabbed him by his pant belt and pulled him to safety. We were 300 feet up in a tower crane. I often have had little sleep, visits from friendly wise Spirits who told me things that later I couldnt remember. Aggitations from not so friendly spirits, who I left behind.
Today I still serve, and even those who would destroy me continue their assault on me, cannot stop my service to Soure through others.
I am for sure a crumpled person, but still a person.
I speak this for those it might help to continue their own service to Source and be inspired.
'The good are always strong.' - Boethius